Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 864

The last firework exploded and tinted the night sky with gorgeous colors. Then the light began to drain from the clear sky. Simon pressed his thin lips on her chilled forehead. Worried that she might catch a cold, he urged, "The show is over, let's go back!" Emily nodded.

At this time, Mr. Weil ran back with a lighter. Maybe it was because he had set off so many fireworks, his forehead was oozing sweat.

Simon smiled and said, "Mr. Weil, thank you so much!"

Mr. Weil shook his hand and wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Oh, no trouble at all!"

Looking at Simon, who returned home after enjoying the fireworks with Emily in his arms, Mr. Weil, who had witnessed PDA twice, silently cleared up the mess again.

"Oh, I envy him so much. I want to get married too!"

On Saturday.

Emily held two knitting needles in her hands and looked at the tall and straight figure shuttling between the living room and the dining room.

After waking up in the morning, Simon took a quick shower. He removed the bath towel that was wrapped around him and put on trousers. However, his upper body was still naked. At home, he seemed unconcerned like a male model walking on the runway.

She couldn't help but gaze at him, but at this time, conflicting emotions churned inside her.

Emily struggled in a vain attempt to keep quiet. When he came over with a platter of fruit. She asked, "Simon, Miss Swan's divorce case will be heard today. You don't want to go?"

She had been observing him for the whole morning and found that he had no intention of going out.

"Nope." Simon replied in a low voice, "We got everything ready. The matter will be settled beyond dispute by the court judgment. I'll stay at home with you!"

Besides, the last time when he accompanied Addy to the court, Emily suddenly fainted, so he was worried that it would happen.

Emily nodded and handed the needles in her hand to him. "Well, how to knit the pattern?"

Today, she tried to embroider a rabbit pattern on the small sweater to match the small hat and small gloves they knitted before. However, she got off to a rocky start and soon found that it was too difficult for he to work it out alone.

"You silly whatnot!" Simon uttered a snorting laugh.

Just as Emily glared at her and was about to get angry, he grabbed her hand and started teaching her. "Well, Mrs. Chin, look at me. We can give a different color to the rabbit's mouth. Knit one row, purl one row..."

At noon, Simon got up from the sofa and wanted to rummage in the fridge to see what to cook. As soon as he opened the fridge door, the cell phone in his trousers pocket suddenly rang. Anson's number flashed up on the screen.

Simon picked it up and put it to his ear. He heaved his left shoulder, tilted his head to anchor it between his ear and shoulder. He didn't stop collecting vegetables from the fridge and said. "Hello?" "Young Master Chin, the trial was adjourned!" Anson said over the phone.

"What's the result?" Simon asked.

There was nothing much in the fridge, so he thought that they could go to the supermarket in the afternoon.

Anson replied with great sensitivity, "It went pretty smoothly!"

Simon noticed a certain hesitancy in his voice. He stopped his movement and asked with a frown, "What do you mean?"

Anson paused and said seriously, "At present, the evidence against Sean was overwhelming, but the result did not agree with our original estimate. The judge delayed his verdict because Sean applied for the last court mediation. So, their divorce becomes final in at least a month!"

After listening this, the creases in his forehead deepened.

For some reason, he felt that it weighed heavily on his mind. He was always worried that something bad might happen again at thought of Sean...

He narrowed his eyes and replied in a low voice, "I see."

After hanging up the phone, Simon silently stood on the spot for a long time. He took out two boxes of green peppers and mushrooms and slowly closed the fridge door. When he turned around, he saw that Emily had put down the needles in her hand and was leaning against the door of the kitchen.

Emily pouted and asked in a low voice, "Simon, what's wrong?"

"Hm?" Simon came up to her with a simulated nonchalant air.

Emily clasped her hands, licked her lips and asked again, "Just now... who was on the phone?"

Just as he was about to cook lunch, she suddenly yearned for roasted beef and grilled king prawns that he had made two days ago. She wanted to follow him over and order dishes while thinking that if she was teased by him, she could confidently say that it was the baby in her belly who wanted to eat!

However, when she walked into the kitchen, he was answering the phone.

So she stopped at the door, waiting for him to finish the conversation. She could not hear any sound over the phone. During the whole process, she only heard Simon's laconic responses, and then he hung up the phone and froze on the spot for a long time. Looking at his back, she felt that he was preoccupied.

Simon replied, "It's Anson!"

"Any result to Miss Swan's divorce case?" Emily secretly took a breath. In the sunlight slanted down from the window, he seemed to have something weighing on his mind. Her throat constricted and she asked tentatively, "What's wrong? Is it going badly?"

Simon's thin lips moved as his glance flicked round her lower abdomen.

He was afraid that she would get paranoid about it like him, which would affect her mood and the fetus, so he answered with studied understatement, "No, it's going well."

"Oh!" Emily let out a sigh of relief.

Simon didn't want to talk about it, so he dropped the subject and asked, "Mrs. Chin, what do you want to eat at noon?"

After Emily put her heart at rest, she immediately spoke out her thoughts as soon as he asked, "Roasted beef and grilled king prawns!"

When she saw him looking over with his eyebrow raised, she stared back as she had planned before. "What are you looking at? I'm not hungry, it's your child who wants to eat!"

Simon rubbed her head and walked straight into the kitchen.

During the lunch break on a working day, Emily and Anthea took the escalator downstairs on the seventh floor in the shopping mall.

They had just finished their meal at a fancy restaurant upstairs. Since Anthea returned home, she hardly had time to hang out with Emily and every time they met each other in the hospital. Emily could not help complaining, "Dr. Lee, you finally get some freetime!"

"Oh!" Anthea shrugged and moved her neck. She said helplessly, "I'm so busy. Most patients register for surgery. I've been on the night shift several times. Sometimes the emergency room is shorthanded, I have to attend urgent cases there!"

Hearing that, she recalled their past with emotion, "When we went to college together, we made a deal to apply to the department of journalism in Grover University. But, you suddenly changed your application and went to study medicine. I was so shocked! I remember that you contemplated a career as an army medical doctor. Fortunately, Uncle Lee didn't agree for life in the army was so hard for a girl. Otherwise, you..."

She suddenly fell silent.